ME whose hungry brain is pressed
to find His peace amid humanity’s mess.

The moonbeams tickle my mind and entire body.

The least I can do is follow her into those stupid, collectibles, trinkets, and what I term “junk stores.”

We entered and I walked away from her rather quickly in order to retain my patience for another of her “shop stops.”

This is what happens in the mind of a Yankee from Pittsburgh after being transplanted to Northern Virginia for twenty years.

One of the women in our group shared her discomfort with the topic as follows, “This describes a typical over-sexed, young husband!” … I was just beginning to make sexual advances when I heard a shrill electric motor sound break the silence of the night and then a cutting white light shot over our heads and on the trees.

Brother Ed was right, a hot dog with brown mustard and a bag of freshly roasted peanuts were a great treat by themselves even before the second game started. … I withdrew my out-stretched hand and dozed off to sleep with the smell of hot dogs and roasted peanuts surrounding my bed.

I am not prejudiced and usually not politically incorrect, but I must admit: “I don’t like the Olympic Games, particularly, this summer’s games in China.”

A new leader, desiring to be king, emerged and promised the people a return to the days of success and happiness. He was a skilled orator and was overwhelming chosen by a majority 52% popular vote of the residents.

The reason is clear to me: I am surrounded by stupid idiots who do dumb things. Plus they only think of themselves. … Don’t they realize, I taught them everything they know?

“Do you feel the love of The Creator?” “Never! Tell me what it’s like.”

I guess today’s lesson is PATIENCE.

With that said, she became a real pain in the rear end, while taking, a photography elective class. I made a huge mistake by encouraging her to purchase a 35mm manually operated camera as a reward for her straight A school performance. I couldn’t operate the camera. It has many dials and focus gimmicks that totally confuse me. I choose to stay confused and have Carol learn this stuff at her own metabolically pace that drove our three boys, and me, crazy. She was painstakingly slow composing her photos and naturally we were subjects for her scenes.

On the bus ride home the young guys, even the ones who brought their wives, were expressing how surprised they were at the large number of prostitutes scouring the casino floor late at night. Those women were really dressed-up and looking pretty. The wives didn’t appreciate their husbands noticing. Then it hit me. The two dressed-up, attractive young ladies, I encountered last night were prostitutes.
It has lasted four years since I have been quarrelling with myself by choosing not to write about an experience of mine. I usually can write about anything. But this experience is a failure to me and I don’t like to admit failure. Some may consider my actions as successful; I wish I could. I can’t fight The Creator any longer on this subject. It’s going down on paper tonight. It may take me awhile to get to the point, so please be patient.

Soon she walked up to our table. I recognized her instantly and immediately stood to greet my friend. We hugged for what seemed a long time and I whispered, “You’re as attractive as I remember you to be.” She moved away from our hug and kissed me directly on the lips─hard. I innocently glanced toward my wife.

I feared an eventual letter would show up. It did in about two months, sent from her friend and housemate, Suzie. Katherine was in the hospital, something about experimental procedures. I read the letter out loud to Carol. She responded before I could even ask. “Do you want to go in for a visit?” … “I’ll wait in the hospital lobby. You stay in her room for as long as you need.” … I kissed her forehead and her eyes opened slowly. She reached out her hand and I grasped her and held on.

We four met, and came to know each other closely during those adolescent years. After graduation, we drifted our separate ways but the females remained connected friends as did the males.

Thank you for visiting me this evening, my dear. I would like to tell you about my afternoon and quite the distance I traveled. I reviewed my entire life, which began long before I was conceived in my mother’s womb.